Friday, October 31, 2003
The "Girly Boys" of the National Review
Ya sure can miss stuff when you go away for a little while.
So let me see if I have this right.
The "girly boys" at National Review Online have apparently worked themselves into quite a shin kicking titter and are now stalking about in a haughty agitated bow tied snit. And, all this prissy quivering the end result of, to cite one example, NRO cupcake Donald Luskin's very own column headline characterizing himself and NRO as the "We" who allegedly "stalked" Paul Krugman? As in: "We Stalked, He Balked". Krugman for his part, if we are to believe the headline, responded with some kind of baseball pitching violation. Which of course is much worse than stalking especially if you're a stalker.
Submit one Atrios, who has commented often on Luskin's noisome infatuation with Paul Krugman as well as NRO's characterization of themselves as the "We" who "stalked" the you know who. Atrios, commenting previously on the NRO "girly boy" gaggle's honkings on a variety of matters is now being stalked himself, in a manner of speaking, for engaging in what can only be described as pointing out and satirizing the obvious. Runts like Luskin, who soon found himself running around in circles like a rat trapped in a bucket, is now apparently convinced that shifting his fetish from an economist to a blogger will somehow free him from running around in circles inside of a bucket? Uh, Luskin, you stupid dizzy rodent. You're just jumping from one bucket to another. And hovering above this new bucket that you may soon jump into is a great big sack of snarling angry cats! Oh Luskin...you stupid dumb bastard you!
The stalker characterizations and pie heaving antics that NRO and Luskin himself helped primp and preen with regard to Krugman have now come home to shit all over the bottom of the gilded NRO cage. And because of this, NRO's thin skinned silver spoon fed busy bodies have threatened to pursue frivolous litigation via "further legal action" against Atrios and Eschaton should Atrios refuse to alter or remove his previous posts and reader comments criticizing and satirizing the NRO/Luskin cult and their own continuing thin skinned misfires and prowlings and excitable pie slinging ventilations.
Are these NRO sucklings for real? Boys, you're puling nerds from the National Review for Christ sake, you're not longshoremen. You guys are afraid of Ted Koppel. You couldn't beat up Liza Minnelli's husband even if you were drunk and booted full of methamphetamine and wearing a pair of advantage timber patterned Silent Snake microtex pants. That rubber chicken party hag Ann Coulter kicked your ass and you even had the jump on her. Do yourselves a favor, go home and take a long nap. It'll be ok, we all remember our first beer.
I doubt they'll heed my advice. Too bad for them. And ain't that always the way with petty overfed over pampered reprobates? They just can't resist bragging and gloating and drunkenly prating about their half-baked swindles and hijinks and frisky cavorts until someone calls em on their arrogant piffle, at which point they begin bellowing like schoolgirls being chased around the room by a garden spider. Luskin and his cowering momma's boys at NRO don't have the sack of berries to take it on the chin or defend their pursuits and rhetorical mutterings in the free market of ideas and debate and instead retreat straightaway to even more cowardly hijinks and capers and low-road show boating. In this case unleashing litigious legal lap-dogs and a good deal of general altogether phoney theatrics to cover for their lack of intellectual muscle or integrity. From stalking to skulking to pathetic self pitying sulking. These are the tough guys of NRO. Talk about yer cream pies.
I wonder if Jonah Goldberg's mommy -- that chain-smoking, troweled pancake-makeup warthog that emerged from some dank cavity of the Nixon legacy's bloated corpse -- consulted on any of these recent legal schenanigans? Dirty trick recipes from Jonah's mommy! Hmmm? Lets file false liens against the little people. That'll teach em to get uppity!
Anyway, this kind of ominous behavior from cowards like Luskin and the pampered dandies at NRO can only be described as bitchilly sinister. Bitchilly sinister as only rich pampered litigious sanctimonious silver spoon fed elitist ivory tower right wing boy-whelp sons-a-sinister bitches can be.
Well - I'm no legal expert and I'm not even sure bitchilly is a word but it also seems to me that dainty Donald and the little vibrating sniffs at NRO may have cooked up their own greasy tray of half baked torts simply to manufacture some grave threat which they can use to claw away at one high profile blogger's privacy, reveal his identity and sell more of their cheap-labor-conservative magazines as a result of such nosy personal obtrusions.
So listen up NRO, you spineless groveling greedy weakling geeks. You snooty elitist gilded cage dandy-boy conservative sucklings. Give it up! Quit yanking on your own shriveled stalks for a change. Before you go completely blind.
Ok, that's enough. Release the fucking cats.
So let me see if I have this right.
The "girly boys" at National Review Online have apparently worked themselves into quite a shin kicking titter and are now stalking about in a haughty agitated bow tied snit. And, all this prissy quivering the end result of, to cite one example, NRO cupcake Donald Luskin's very own column headline characterizing himself and NRO as the "We" who allegedly "stalked" Paul Krugman? As in: "We Stalked, He Balked". Krugman for his part, if we are to believe the headline, responded with some kind of baseball pitching violation. Which of course is much worse than stalking especially if you're a stalker.
Submit one Atrios, who has commented often on Luskin's noisome infatuation with Paul Krugman as well as NRO's characterization of themselves as the "We" who "stalked" the you know who. Atrios, commenting previously on the NRO "girly boy" gaggle's honkings on a variety of matters is now being stalked himself, in a manner of speaking, for engaging in what can only be described as pointing out and satirizing the obvious. Runts like Luskin, who soon found himself running around in circles like a rat trapped in a bucket, is now apparently convinced that shifting his fetish from an economist to a blogger will somehow free him from running around in circles inside of a bucket? Uh, Luskin, you stupid dizzy rodent. You're just jumping from one bucket to another. And hovering above this new bucket that you may soon jump into is a great big sack of snarling angry cats! Oh Luskin...you stupid dumb bastard you!
The stalker characterizations and pie heaving antics that NRO and Luskin himself helped primp and preen with regard to Krugman have now come home to shit all over the bottom of the gilded NRO cage. And because of this, NRO's thin skinned silver spoon fed busy bodies have threatened to pursue frivolous litigation via "further legal action" against Atrios and Eschaton should Atrios refuse to alter or remove his previous posts and reader comments criticizing and satirizing the NRO/Luskin cult and their own continuing thin skinned misfires and prowlings and excitable pie slinging ventilations.
Are these NRO sucklings for real? Boys, you're puling nerds from the National Review for Christ sake, you're not longshoremen. You guys are afraid of Ted Koppel. You couldn't beat up Liza Minnelli's husband even if you were drunk and booted full of methamphetamine and wearing a pair of advantage timber patterned Silent Snake microtex pants. That rubber chicken party hag Ann Coulter kicked your ass and you even had the jump on her. Do yourselves a favor, go home and take a long nap. It'll be ok, we all remember our first beer.
I doubt they'll heed my advice. Too bad for them. And ain't that always the way with petty overfed over pampered reprobates? They just can't resist bragging and gloating and drunkenly prating about their half-baked swindles and hijinks and frisky cavorts until someone calls em on their arrogant piffle, at which point they begin bellowing like schoolgirls being chased around the room by a garden spider. Luskin and his cowering momma's boys at NRO don't have the sack of berries to take it on the chin or defend their pursuits and rhetorical mutterings in the free market of ideas and debate and instead retreat straightaway to even more cowardly hijinks and capers and low-road show boating. In this case unleashing litigious legal lap-dogs and a good deal of general altogether phoney theatrics to cover for their lack of intellectual muscle or integrity. From stalking to skulking to pathetic self pitying sulking. These are the tough guys of NRO. Talk about yer cream pies.
I wonder if Jonah Goldberg's mommy -- that chain-smoking, troweled pancake-makeup warthog that emerged from some dank cavity of the Nixon legacy's bloated corpse -- consulted on any of these recent legal schenanigans? Dirty trick recipes from Jonah's mommy! Hmmm? Lets file false liens against the little people. That'll teach em to get uppity!
Anyway, this kind of ominous behavior from cowards like Luskin and the pampered dandies at NRO can only be described as bitchilly sinister. Bitchilly sinister as only rich pampered litigious sanctimonious silver spoon fed elitist ivory tower right wing boy-whelp sons-a-sinister bitches can be.
Well - I'm no legal expert and I'm not even sure bitchilly is a word but it also seems to me that dainty Donald and the little vibrating sniffs at NRO may have cooked up their own greasy tray of half baked torts simply to manufacture some grave threat which they can use to claw away at one high profile blogger's privacy, reveal his identity and sell more of their cheap-labor-conservative magazines as a result of such nosy personal obtrusions.
So listen up NRO, you spineless groveling greedy weakling geeks. You snooty elitist gilded cage dandy-boy conservative sucklings. Give it up! Quit yanking on your own shriveled stalks for a change. Before you go completely blind.
Ok, that's enough. Release the fucking cats.
